BLUE SUN ROOM FILK

JANE0904

River's Madness
Thursday, July 17, 2008

Just a little poem I wrote that actually fits River pretty well. Enjoy.


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The wind is from the south

I am sane again.

Yet all the while

I fear the weathercock

Swinging to points north,

When the cold fills my mind,

Building shackles of ice

That bind my thoughts,

And I will not know

One thing from another,

Nor name them right.

I do not know I am mad,

Nor believe those who say I am:

Yet when the warm breeze melts the frost

And the wind is southerly,

I know a hawk from a handsaw.

COMMENTS

Thursday, July 17, 2008 7:57 AM

GILOVE2DANCE


Wow...that is amazing! I love the line "I do not know I am mad," very stirring!

Thanks so much for this!

Thursday, July 17, 2008 3:59 PM

ANGELLEMARCS


Definitely River. Love it.

Friday, July 18, 2008 12:34 PM

SHINYGOODGUY


So very much soooo River.

It not only shows her madness, but her
vulnerability as well.

Excellent - thanks for sharing.

Friday, July 18, 2008 2:25 PM

STEAMER


Wow - beautiful verse. Really hits home and not just because it's so Riverine. Double kudos for the Hamlet reference though!

Monday, July 21, 2008 7:44 AM

KK


Very well written! I particularly love the two lines
"I do not know I am mad,
Nor believe those who say I am"
Sums up River pretty well.

Monday, July 28, 2008 7:30 PM

WYTCHCROFT


does this make you a browncoat BARD?;)


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